Now comes close and coldest touch felt, dread lord,
He who dishes out thy gravy from his boat,
There on bended knee with plate held aloft, dues met,
For now is time for sorrow, there be thy last, eat well.
In salver deep thy meat red and runny, bile thick,
For this is dish of all that thou hast devoured hence,
Now is justice come and no word of apology can be heard,
For tis thy time and the dark lord knows thy place.
Yet hope it springs eternal to the soul, faint whiff of life,
That takes away the flame and puts aside thy ken,
For there within is answer to the three in one,
That is most great and saves the day, be ye penitent man.
Then knead thy silvered into dragon red and mix the mercury,
For in the meeting and sharing of the three find bliss,
There attached to all that is or was, is answer clear,
Yet only those who spend a while searching, will ever comprehend the seer.
